Saturday, 6 July 2013

Sonnet: Hungry eyes




How is it possible that no sounds come 
from your red lips, but I can hear the cadence,
lilt & fall of your words, weaving a spell, fragrant
as tulips & delicate as your thumbs 

Lingering over my verses like dewdrops.  Drum-
ming fingers whisper as I catch each sentence, 
smooth as beads, twined of summer &  patience.  
My hands braille your face, golden as our wedding bands.

I want to leap & curl between the spaces of us -
I want to drink & drown in this heady brew -
Of these & more, I will gladly profess:

You nourish me with your hungry eyes.
Speak in any language, my heart follows you
like the sun, blooming yellow & new of us.



Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sonnet challenge by Kerry
and Tulips by Hannah - The title was my inspiration ~
Shared with Poets United

I quietly watched this middle aged couple, communicate in sign language during the train ride ~  It enthralled me to no end ~  

Thanks for the visit ~  

50 comments:

  1. !!! If I had words they're not enough.

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  2. Just one word is enough, Michael ~

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  3. smiles. very nice grace...the longing in this is palpable...the use of braille as a verb...smiles...i like...the last two stanza as well...there is much energy there...

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  4. "twined of summer & patience. "

    Wow.

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    1. Thanks MZ ~ The red beads caught my attention too ~

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  5. The fact that you were enthralled watching the couple sign ... speaks volumes about the depth of your emotions ... as does the poetry you write.

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  6. Gorgeous and I recognize quite a bit of imagery from the tulip here (I just researched the hell out of it for my poem :)

    , fragrant
    as tulips & delicate as your thumbs
    Lingering over my verses like dewdrops

    What a lovely way to express sign language! So glad you were inspired to write this.

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  7. 'fragrant
    as tulips & delicate as your thumbs'

    in any language, this is the language of lovers


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    1. The language of lovers for sure ~ Thank you ~

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  8. This is just superb, Grace. Given your love of Neruda, I knew you would knock this out the ball-park, and you certainly have. I love your explanation of what inspired this sonnet (love being a traditional theme) and you wrote that delicate means of communication into beautiful words. Thank you for this amazing poem.

    I shall take these words with me:
    My hands braille your face, golden as our wedding bands.

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    1. Thank you for the lovely challenge Kerry ~

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  9. You have a magical way with words Heaven. This is so warm and touching. Love the real- life inspiration.

    Lovely to have you comment at RFW. There is no expectation that you write 1000 words. That is just the new maximum. We have a wonderful epic poet, Nilanjana, who regularly goes over the limit however!

    Denise

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  10. Gasp.
    Your images burst with new force in this sonnet!
    The curl you speak of follows brailing! wow
    And the cadence "delicate as thumbs" fresh!
    drum drops beads words
    strung together with sound and sight and touch
    are so moving.

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    1. Thank you for the lovely words Susan ~

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  11. Beautifully expressed, Grace. This must have been joyous to watch this interchange which was filled with such (unspoken with oral words) love! I like especially, "My hands braille your face, golden as our wedding bands."

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  12. Brilliant as per usual Heaven, in constant awe at your fantastic way with words.

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  13. I love your way of writing a sonnet... So many great love and words of longing in your words

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  14. This is so lovely, such a magical flow of words.

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  15. This was so lilting and so utterly romantic. Just lovely!

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  16. This was beautiful a reminder
    that love & communication can
    break many barriers. The art
    of listening with no spoken words
    can still be heartfelt.

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  17. lush. love like wine gets better with age. enjoyed.

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  18. Very good, love Braille your face, such a powerful yet tender image.

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  19. You are a master of intimacy with the written word - truly!

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  20. "lingering over my verses like dewdrops" - how lovely.....reads so beautifully, and is perfected by your closing lines. Sigh.

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  21. Beautiful words, full of feeling.

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  22. What a beautiful, sensual poem of love. "My hands braille your face, golden as our wedding bands." Love that line.

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  23. So romantic and sensual wow I love it!

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  24. No need to say a word and yet so much can be said indeed, the cat still likes to yap though

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  25. Magical! I have to try again...
    Yours is a sensuous dance
    Wonderful!!!

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  26. Just gorgeous--signing, the braille -the intimacy captured here---it speaks volumes about you as a poet-

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  27. It's lovely to think of the sign language couple though I think this works quite well with any "synched" couple, or couple of longstanding intimacy. Very pretty poem with especially lovely close. k.

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  28. Delightful, my dear, delightful! And love the pic too!

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  29. Wonderful word images here. I enjoyed reading this.

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  30. Speak in any language, my heart follows you
    like the sun, blooming yellow & new of us.

    Seen little glimpses of use of sign language. But not on a prolonged basis of a conversation. More seen of desperation to solve a problem between two people who don't speak each other's language but trying to communicate! Fascinating Grace!

    Hank

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  31. nice music of sonnet, very delicate feelings and words...enjoyed, thanks, Grace

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  32. How wonderful that you were inspired by observing a couple in love and writing so delicately about it. This is full of emotion and lovely imagery, just like Neruda would have written it :)

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  33. Ohhh! I especially love the beginning of this sonnet. The entire sonnet is beautiful.

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  34. Oh, Grace!! To marry the two prompts!! Perfect! I love what you brought in and this "I want to leap & curl between the spaces of us -
    I want to drink & drown in this heady brew," this is achingly passionate!! Great writing!!

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  35. ...this could be a perfect expression for one of the Brownings sonnet when Elizabeth passionately stated: 'drink to me with thine eyes...'...ah, so good... lovely observation Grace... smiles...

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  36. My hands braile your face...I want to leap and curl between the spaces of us... A exquisitely romanitcally erotic poem!

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  37. Beautiful! I'm jealous! Being able to create a good sonnet is one of my goals.

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  38. What a word - you nourish me with your hungry eyes! Very creative verse!

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  39. WoW ! Beautiful....have been trying to write sonnets...so far to no avail, and also of the world of the deaf or hard of hearing...this is beyond words.
    Peace
    Siggi

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